บท 44: The Flustered Feng Huang

YANG LUJIA DID not linger longer on the embarrassing things he did by frightening this little girl called Feng Huang. He couldn't imagine that the first time he met his future third disciple would be in this kind of scene.

Shying away from her gaze, Yang Lujia clasped his hands on his back, pretending he did not say anything frightening earlier. He inwardly scolded Fortuniel for not saying anything earlier. He didn't know that the original form of the little girl was a Nether Phoenix. He only thought it was a kind of divine chicken he could cook and eat.

Suppressing his aura back into his body, he then stared dotingly at Feng Huang. This was his supposed-to-be third disciple, a Double SS-Class Genius from the Nether Phoenix Clan. Scrutinizing her beauty, he could surmise that when this little girl grew up, she would become one of the fairest women in the world.